Tank army

There’s a particular exit on Interstate 20 a few miles west of Odessa that has always interested me, because from the road (and at highway speeds) it looks like every single thing there is abandoned and/or rusted. I’ve been driving past it for ages, and finally last month managed to remember to pull off the road and have a look around.

My highway-speed impression of the place was not wrong.

So you can just imagine how much I liked it there. (For a short time, until the body language of a shirtless, heavily-tattooed, shaved-headed man* watching me made it seem like it was time to get back on the road. Quickly.)